歌词
[Verse 1]
In the secret caverns underneath West Covina half desperate for peace
With the surface dwellers but coming to no conclusions
And now we emerge sky grey and misty the grey king in his new Pontiac
Some of us warm to the effort trying to get our shapes back
Teeth filed down to fine points framework too tight strain at the joints
[Verse 2]
And I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
I'm pretty hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
[Verse 3]
Load into the Grand Am doomed sailors born high by the waves
Wild with wonder leather and lace and good friends most of them good
Most of them friendly the grey king at the rail sparks flying
Three others in the car with him scared of dying all eyes on the front seat
Assuming his form reborn in the heat
[Verse 4]
And I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
I'm pretty hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
Written by: John Darnielle
